Suicidal Tensions

The people I need to talk with simply aren't there.

The people I wish to talk with just don't care.

I reach out, but they shove me away.

Do you know the pain I go through each day?

Each of my "friends" tortures me in their own special way.

Soon I shall die to escape the misery.

I gone too far now, no one can save me.

I'll climb, climb, climb to the peak of my pine, then throw myself off the top.

I can't take it anymore, the misery must stop.

I might scream a bit as I'm falling down.

Those screams will be silenced as I hit the ground.

No one would miss me of that I am sure.

The hole in their lives would quickly cure.

They'll go about their daily lives as if nothing had happened.

They'd go about their daily lives as if I hadn't died.

Like I hadn't been there in the first place.

If you felt the pain I go through each day,

I'm guessing that you would feel the same way.

From Hell to here and back again.

If someone had reach out and been a true friend,

Maybe I wouldn't feel as if I needed to die,

But right now,

I WANT TO DIE.